Monica Geller was a fat girl. The world never let her forget it, she never let herself forget it.
But sometimes a stout body comes with a stout heart. And her heart would always be bigger than her body.
The world would call her obsessive, competetive, a control freak. Well it was true, she liked control, she wanted things her way, she hated to lose. She would yell about coasters and pen caps at parties, throw plates if she lost at pictionary. She would also give the Geller cup to Ross. Monica didn’t have a collection of trophies. Ross did. Ross, to her parents, would always be the prodigal son. What was another cup, really?
Monica was used to the dark. She was used to not being noticed (or noticed for the wrong reasons), not being loved. She was used to being okay despite it all. More than okay. Monica was a fighter. For most part of her life she lived in someone else’s shadow. Because Ross would always be the prodigal son. Rachel would always be the prom queen.
Rachel would barge into her life in a wedding dress, move in without asking, refuse to wash dishes and be the first one to take Phoebe’s advice and list things she didn’t like about living with her, right before moving out. But Rachel was her best friend. You see, in high school, Rachel cared that she was popular, but never worried that Monica wasn’t. When Monica was fat, people would see Monica and think ‘fat’. Rachel would see Monica and think ‘Monica, my friend’. After Monica shed all those pounds, people would see Monica and think ‘hot’. Rachel would see Monica and think ‘Monica, my friend’. If that didn’t mean the world, what did? Cleaning a few dishes was a soothing thing anyway.
Monica would fight tooth and nail, for a job she liked, for that candlestick, to prove that her toy house was better than Phoebe’s. But she would let Rachel take ‘Emma’ for her baby. Rachel can have Van Damm and Joey can have all the food in her fridge. Monica had the last word. That was worth something.
Monica wanted to eat too much and not be fat. Well she shed those pounds. But give up food, she wouldn’t. If she couldn’t eat, she would cook. Food and love have lots in common. Both fill chasms. Joey would vouch for that one. Yet even after all those lost pounds, Monica would still long for that one extra bite. She would stock her fridge with all that extra food so Joey would never have to go without that extra bite, no matter how big. If she ran out of money in the process, there was always Ross to help her. Prodigal son or not, big brothers are a blessing.
Her orderly and controlled life would always be waylaid by her misfit gang. Phoebe would bring her vivid imagination and irrefutable logic or the lack of it, Joey his fierce loyalty, Chandler his sweaty palms and wisecracks, Ross his facts and Rachel her warmth and impishness. For them, she would always have a couch to spare. They would hold her life in place.
All her life Monica wanted love. She would be jealous of Ross, until she wasn’t. She would date weird men, alcoholic men, men her friends adored/ hated in turns, millionaires and wine guys. We look all over the world for things that are right in front of us. Or right next door, in her case. But you see, she found love when she wasn’t looking for it. All she wanted was a night to forget her past. Well she got a night she would always remember.
Chandler would later accuse her of wanting Batman and settling for Robin. She would tell him she wanted a fantasy and he gave her something better. A reality worth living.A smiling boy once told her he would marry her if she didn’t find someone before 40. He didn’t make her wait that long.
See, Ross hit on Rachel. Joey hit on Rachel. Chandler wouldn’t. Chandler knew flighty women. Chandler knew glam and oompf. Chandler wanted someone who would make him eat his greens. He had a mother who hit on his friends and a father who hit on the pool boy. Chandler wanted someone who would cook the turkey on Thanksgiving. Someone who would yell at him to be cleaner. Chandler wanted a home and Monica would always be his home.
Monica had played second fiddle all her life. To Ross, to Rachel. Chandler would always put her first. This was a boy starved for parenting. But he would take care of Joey. She would take care of them all.
Monica would make him eat his porridge, yell at him if he put the toilet seat up. She would also get him shark porn. He found compatibility in her incompatibility. She found order in his chaos. Monica wanted to be the best. And Chandler let her. Monica wanted a wedding. He gave her a marriage.
Monica was used to not getting things on a platter. Monica was a fighter,remember? Phoebe would have her brother’s babies. Rachel would have Emma. Monica wanted one as far back as she could remember. Chandler promised her one even before he became her world. But some promises aren’t meant to be. Yet Monica would fight. Even pretend to be a Reverend. Nothing was too much for this woman.
Monica always had it hard. But she also had Joey who taught her to love without holding back and eat like it’s the end of the world. And Phoebe. Phoebe who wore her contrasting neon colours like a badge. Who would call dibs on their house and disprove gravity. Phoebe taught her never to be ashamed of who she was. Rachel would lend her a shoulder to lean on. Rachel would hold her hand. Ross would hold both theirs. There are some things you are allowed to take for granted.
When the world told her she couldn’t be a mother, she would think of Rachel in her jammies wondering if she’s okay. Of Joey ransacking her fridge, Phoebe in white, smiling at Mike in the snow, Ross holding her hand at the hospital. And Chandler who looked to her instinctively for all things.
So the world told her she couldn’t be a mother. Holding her twin babies, with Chandler’s arms around her, Monica Geller would smile back defiantly. Hell, she’d mothered them all.
Author’s Note : Wrote this one after reading https://archiveofourown.org/users/dirgewithoutmusic/pseuds/dirgewithoutmusic.
Was so inspired that I desperately wanted to try out this kind of writing. Head over to the blog. I promise you won’t be disappointed.